Sukta 17

त्वं महाँ इन्द्र तुभ्यं ह क्षा अनु क्षत्रं मंहना मन्यत द्यौः। त्वं वृत्रं शवसा जघन्वान्सृजः सिन्धूँरहिना जग्रसानान्॥

tvaṁ mahā indra tubhyaṁ ha kṣā anu kṣatraṁ maṁhanā manyata dyauḥ | tvaṁ vṛtraṁ śavasā jaghanvānsṛjaḥ sindhūrahinā jagrasānān ||

GREAT art thou, Indra; yea, the earth, with gladness, and heaven confess to thee thine high dominion. Thou in thy vigour having slaughtered Vrtra didst free the floods arrested by the Dragon.

तव त्विषो जनिमन्रेजत द्यौ रेजद्भूमिर्भियसा स्वस्य मन्योः। ऋघायन्त सुभ्वः पर्वतास आर्दन्धन्वानि सरयन्त आपः॥

tava tviṣo janimanrejata dyau rejadbhūmirbhiyasā svasya manyoḥ | ṛghāyanta subhvaḥ parvatāsa ārdandhanvāni sarayanta āpaḥ ||

Heaven trembled at the birth of thine effulgence; Earth trembled at the fear of thy displeasure. The stedfast mountains shook in agitation . the waters flowed, and desert spots were flooded.

भिनद्गिरिं शवसा वज्रमिष्णन्नाविष्कृण्वानः सहसान ओजः। वधीद्वृत्रं वज्रेण मन्दसानः सरन्नापो जवसा हतवृष्णीः॥

bhinadgiriṁ śavasā vajramiṣṇannāviṣkṛṇvānaḥ sahasāna ojaḥ | vadhīdvṛtraṁ vajreṇa mandasānaḥ sarannāpo javasā hatavṛṣṇīḥ ||

Hurling his bolt with might he cleft the mountain, while, putting forth his strength, he showed his vigour. He slaughtered Vrtra with his bolt, exulting, and, their lord slain, forth flowed the waters swiftly.

सुवीरस्ते जनिता मन्यत द्यौरिन्द्रस्य कर्ता स्वपस्तमो भूत्। य ईं जजान स्वर्यं सुवज्रमनपच्युतं सदसो न भूम॥

suvīraste janitā manyata dyaurindrasya kartā svapastamo bhūt | ya īṁ jajāna svaryaṁ suvajramanapacyutaṁ sadaso na bhūma ||

Thy Father Dyaus esteemed himself a hero: most noble was the work of Indra's Maker, His who begat the strong bolt's Lord who roareth, immovable like earth from her foundation.

य एक इच्च्यावयति प्र भूमा राजा कृष्टीनां पुरुहूत इन्द्रः। सत्यमेनमनु विश्वे मदन्ति रातिं देवस्य गृणतो मघोनः॥

ya eka iccyāvayati pra bhūmā rājā kṛṣṭīnāṁ puruhūta indraḥ | satyamenamanu viśve madanti rātiṁ devasya gṛṇato maghonaḥ ||

He who alone o'erthrows the world of creatures, Indra the peoples' King, invoked of many- Verily all rejoice in him, extolling the boons which Maghavan the God hath sent them.

सत्रा सोमा अभवन्नस्य विश्वे सत्रा मदासो बृहतो मदिष्ठाः। सत्राभवो वसुपतिर्वसूनां दत्रे विश्वा अधिथा इन्द्र कृष्टीः॥

satrā somā abhavannasya viśve satrā madāso bṛhato madiṣṭhāḥ | satrābhavo vasupatirvasūnāṁ datre viśvā adhithā indra kṛṣṭīḥ ||

All Soma juices are his own for ever, most gladdening draughts are ever his, the Mighty, Thou ever wast the Treasure-Lord of treasures: Indra, thou lettest all folk share thy bounty.

त्वमध प्रथमं जायमानोऽमे विश्वा अधिथा इन्द्र कृष्टीः। त्वं प्रति प्रवत आशयानमहिं वज्रेण मघवन्वि वृश्चः॥

tvamadha prathamaṁ jāyamāno'me viśvā adhithā indra kṛṣṭīḥ | tvaṁ prati pravata āśayānamahiṁ vajreṇa maghavanvi vṛścaḥ ||

Moreover, when thou first wast born, O Indra, thou struckest terror into all the people. Thou, Maghavan, rentest with thy bolt the Dragon who lay against the waterfloods of heaven.

सत्राहणं दाधृषिं तुम्रमिन्द्रं महामपारं वृषभं सुवज्रम्। हन्ता यो वृत्रं सनितोत वाजं दाता मघानि मघवा सुराधाः॥

satrāhaṇaṁ dādhṛṣiṁ tumramindraṁ mahāmapāraṁ vṛṣabhaṁ suvajram | hantā yo vṛtraṁ sanitota vājaṁ dātā maghāni maghavā surādhāḥ ||

The ever-slaying, bold and furious Indra, the bright bolt's Lord, infinite, strong and mighty, Who slayeth Vrtra and acquireth booty, giver of blessings, Maghavan the bounteous:

अयं वृतश्चातयते समीचीर्य आजिषु मघवा शृण्व एकः। अयं वाजं भरति यं सनोत्यस्य प्रियासः सख्ये स्याम॥

ayaṁ vṛtaścātayate samīcīrya ājiṣu maghavā śṛṇva ekaḥ | ayaṁ vājaṁ bharati yaṁ sanotyasya priyāsaḥ sakhye syāma ||

Alone renowned as Maghavan in battles, he frighteneth away assembled armies. He bringeth us the booty that he winneth may we, well-loved, continue in his friendship.

अयं शृण्वे अध जयन्नुत घ्नन्नयमुत प्र कृणुते युधा गाः। यदा सत्यं कृणुते मन्युमिन्द्रो विश्वं दृळ्हं भयत एजदस्मात्॥

ayaṁ śṛṇve adha jayannuta ghnannayamuta pra kṛṇute yudhā gāḥ | yadā satyaṁ kṛṇute manyumindro viśvaṁ dṛḻhaṁ bhayata ejadasmāt ||

Renowned is he when conquering and when slaying: 'fis he who winneth cattle in the combat. When Indra hardeneth his indignation all that is fixed and all that moveth fear him.

समिन्द्रो गा अजयत्सं हिरण्या समश्विया मघवा यो ह पूर्वीः। एभिर्नृभिर्नृतमो अस्य शाकै रायो विभक्ता सम्भरश्च वस्वः॥

samindro gā ajayatsaṁ hiraṇyā samaśviyā maghavā yo ha pūrvīḥ | ebhirnṛbhirnṛtamo asya śākai rāyo vibhaktā sambharaśca vasvaḥ ||

Indra hath won all kine, all gold, all horses,-Maghavan, he who breaketh forts in pieces; Most manly with these men of his who help him, dealing out wealth and gathering the treasure.

कियत्स्विदिन्द्रो अध्येति मातुः कियत्पितुर्जनितुर्यो जजान। यो अस्य शुष्मं मुहुकैरियर्ति वातो न जूतः स्तनयद्भिरभ्रैः॥

kiyatsvidindro adhyeti mātuḥ kiyatpiturjanituryo jajāna | yo asya śuṣmaṁ muhukairiyarti vāto na jūtaḥ stanayadbhirabhraiḥ ||

What is the care of Indra for his Mother, what cares he for the Father who begat him? His care is that which speeds his might in conflicts, like wind borne onward by the clouds that thunder.

क्षियन्तं त्वमक्षियन्तं कृणोतीयर्ति रेणुं मघवा समोहम्। विभञ्जनुरशनिमाँ इव द्यौरुत स्तोतारं मघवा वसौ धात्॥

kṣiyantaṁ tvamakṣiyantaṁ kṛṇotīyarti reṇuṁ maghavā samoham | vibhañjanuraśanimā iva dyauruta stotāraṁ maghavā vasau dhāt ||

Maghavan makes the settled man unsettled: he scatters dust that he hath swept together, Breaking in pieces like Heaven armed with lightning: Maghavan shall enrich the man who lauds h;m.

अयं चक्रमिषणत्सूर्यस्य न्येतशं रीरमत्ससृमाणम्। आ कृष्ण ईं जुहुराणो जिघर्ति त्वचो बुध्ने रजसो अस्य योनौ॥

ayaṁ cakramiṣaṇatsūryasya nyetaśaṁ rīramatsasṛmāṇam | ā kṛṣṇa īṁ juhurāṇo jigharti tvaco budhne rajaso asya yonau ||

He urged the chariot-wheel of Surya forward: Etasa, speeding on his way, he rested. Him the black undulating cloud bedeweth, in this mid-air's depth, at the base of darkness,

असिक्न्यां यजमानो न होता॥

asiknyāṁ yajamāno na hotā ||

As in the night the sacrificing priest.

गव्यन्त इन्द्रं सख्याय विप्रा अश्वायन्तो वृषणं वाजयन्तः। जनीयन्तो जनिदामक्षितोतिमा च्यावयामोऽवते न कोशम्॥

gavyanta indraṁ sakhyāya viprā aśvāyanto vṛṣaṇaṁ vājayantaḥ | janīyanto janidāmakṣitotimā cyāvayāmo'vate na kośam ||

Eager for booty, craving strength and horses, we-singers stir Indra, the strong, for friendship, Who gives the wives we seek, whose succour fails not, to hasten, like a pitcher to the fountain.

त्राता नो बोधि ददृशान आपिरभिख्याता मर्डिता सोम्यानाम्। सखा पिता पितृतमः पितॄणां कर्तेमु लोकमुशते वयोधाः॥

trātā no bodhi dadṛśāna āpirabhikhyātā marḍitā somyānām | sakhā pitā pitṛtamaḥ pitṝṇāṁ kartemu lokamuśate vayodhāḥ ||

Be thou our guardian, show thyself our kinsman, watching and blessing those who pour the Soma; As Friend, as Sire, most fatherly of fathers giving the suppliant vital strength and freedom.

सखीयतामविता बोधि सखा गृणान इन्द्र स्तुवते वयो धाः। वयं ह्या ते चकृमा सबाध आभिः शमीभिर्महयन्त इन्द्र॥

sakhīyatāmavitā bodhi sakhā gṛṇāna indra stuvate vayo dhāḥ | vayaṁ hyā te cakṛmā sabādha ābhiḥ śamībhirmahayanta indra ||

Be helping Friend of those who seek thy friendship . give life, when lauded, Indra, to the singer. For, Indra, we the priests have paid thee worship, exalting thee with these our sacrifices.

स्तुत इन्द्रो मघवा यद्ध वृत्रा भूरीण्येको अप्रतीनि हन्ति। अस्य प्रियो जरिता यस्य शर्मन्नकिर्देवा वारयन्ते न मर्ताः॥

stuta indro maghavā yaddha vṛtrā bhūrīṇyeko apratīni hanti | asya priyo jaritā yasya śarmannakirdevā vārayante na martāḥ ||

Alone, when Indra Maghavan is lauded, he slayeth many ne'er-resisted Vrtras. Him in whose keeping is the well-loved singer never do Gods or mortals stay or hinder.

एवा न इन्द्रो मघवा विरप्शी करत्सत्या चर्षणीधृदनर्वा। त्वं राजा जनुषां धेह्यस्मे अधि श्रवो माहिनं यज्जरित्रे॥

evā na indro maghavā virapśī karatsatyā carṣaṇīdhṛdanarvā | tvaṁ rājā januṣāṁ dhehyasme adhi śravo māhinaṁ yajjaritre ||

E'en so let Maghavan, the loud-voiced Indra, give us true blessings, foeless, men's upholder. King of all creatures, give us glory amply, exalted glory due to him who lauds thee.

नू ष्टुत इन्द्र नू गृणान इषं जरित्रे नद्यो न पीपेः। अकारि ते हरिवो ब्रह्म नव्यं धिया स्याम रथ्यः सदासाः॥

nū ṣṭuta indra nū gṛṇāna iṣaṁ jaritre nadyo na pīpeḥ | akāri te harivo brahma navyaṁ dhiyā syāma rathyaḥ sadāsāḥ ||

Now, Indra! lauded, glorified with praises, let power swell high like rivers for the singer. For thee a new hymn, Lord of Bays! is fashioned. May we, car-borne, through song be victors ever.